for_ragueneau sabbie .:sigh:. to answer such questions, i sit searching my mind for answers true enough to count, cool enough to project some sort of image, grand enough to be remembered and obscure enough that you might not recognise me were we to walk down the street. not too honest to be ridiculed not too many half-truths to be not me... 010327 ... sabbie ah, fuck it. sabbie-in-a-simplified-nutshell, the answers: i read constantly and voraciously, from all sorts of subjects. sci-fi/ fantasy, art and photography books, history and mythology books, conspiracy theory and kids books, horror and poetry books and all sorts of other miscellaneous kinds. the last book i read was 'idols of perversity; fantasies of feminine evil in fin-de-siecle culture' by bram dijkstra, a fascinating study of who men/society perceived women in the late 19th, early 20th centuries, and how that was reflected in the art of the time. a few years ago, we 'lost' our tv, and i found i had more hours in my day to do things that i never quite got around to before. i saw that under all those tv programs was my life, just waiting for me to come out and play. and when i do go out to play, i find a thousand things leaping up, demanding my attention. my brain is weird. when something happens, i stop constructing normal sentences in my head, instead i get thoughts in rhythmical lines with breaks in poetically meaningful places. to demonstrate this, see: 'little_silver_fish', which i wrote today. hmm. give a person the opportunity to talk about themselves and watch the words fly. a friend once wrote 'i find myself infinitely fascinating', and i think most people are the same. .:grins:. to sum up, or, if you like, the shortened version of it all: most everything i see fascinates me. life is poetry and the poems compose themselves. and you? to throw myself into the murky waters of the deep end again, you are either a lurker who has read stuff on blather for ages but never posted, or someone who is using a new name. how am i doing so far? 010327 ... sabbie dearest ragueneau, your inbox rejected this so in an effort to get this to you i am forced to put it here. i jsut wanted to say i'm sorry. i had lots of stuff going down and there were only so many things i could back away from. but i am writing to tell you that i was wrong and i would be honoured if you would email me again. i wrote she_dreams_of_her_muses and picture_this_in_a_driftwood_frame.html with you (and dennis too) in mind. i guess that you know but i just wanted to tell you, i guess to show you that i dont think badly of you in any way, and i still think of you. your house and your way of life have captured my imagination and one day i dream of comming to visit you all. im sorry if it hurt, i didnt mean it to. ive been meaning to write this email for a while but i did know how to word it. today i decided that i needed to hitch up my pants and jsut tell you what i wanted to say. and i miss your emails. have a beautiful week with christmas and new year and i shall shout your name to midnight and the brand new year, so that as it travels the globe it will know to specifically look for you, to shower you with joy. all my love with everything i am, sabbie 011223 what's it to you? who go blather from